Title: Jedi Master Songic Vignette Series: Trio of Triumph/ Fight Night Author: solobratz Timeframe: 44 BBY Characters: Mace, Plo, Qui-Gon Genre: Action, songfic Summary: The first viggie in a series of songfics about Jedi Masters. This one's all about Jedi ass-kicking. Author's Note: Original Song is by Elton John, this version by Nickelback. R&R, please! It's getting late I haven't seen my date so tell me when the boys get here It's seven o'clock and I wanna rock Want to get a belly full of beer Chaos had taken hold. Blasters bolts flew this way and that, fired by the Republic?s makeshift army and Stark Combine soldiers. Explosions shattered the sandstone cliffs. Yells, roars, and screeches of terror, fury, and pain echoed through the canyon. Smoke hung in the hot, muggy air, drifting between the combatants like sand through fingers. On a cliff adjacent to the battle, three pairs of boots thudded against the rocky ground. Three cloaks billowed in the faint evening breeze. Three lightsabers were drawn and ignited. Their blades, like violet, emerald, and amber shafts of fire, stood out against the dull landscape. One Republic soldier saw the blades, backlit by the dying sun and cheered. The rest of the Republic force also took up the cry. Plo Koon, Qui-Gon Jinn, and Mace Windu leapt into action. They jumped off of the ledge, with the grace of championship gymnasts, flipping, twisting, and somersaulting to avoid the blaster fire from Combine bounty hunters, mercenaries, assassins, pirates, and smugglers. My old man's drunker than a bar full of winos And his old lady she don't care My sisters lookin cute in her braces and boots A handful of grease in her hair Suddenly, they were in the middle of all their attackers, lightsabers blazing. Each Jedi pushed in a different direction, cutting down enemies with immeasurable ease. Mace, moving quicker than the eye could see, his violet blade appearing as ten or fifteen. Plo, his strength bolstered by The Force, blasting assailants backward his amber saber. Qui-Gon, The Force filling him, flowing into each slash, cut, and stab with amazing agility, his chestnut hair swishing behind him as he moved. Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in They were unstoppable. They moved through the Combine army like a plow through a field. Qui-Gon slashed a Rodian Bounty Hunter across the chest, making a Force-enhanced leap, above the battle, landing lightly beside Plo. Mace did the same, sprinting towards the path they were carving out in the tightly packed square of enemies. Together, they broke the formation cleanly in half. Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this town alight `Coz Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright, alright, alright But the Combine army seemed to be endless. Even now, reinforcements of every species were pouring onto the battlefield. The three Jedi?s forward movement slowed. Gradually, they began to give ground to the massive assault. Mace Windu?s brow furrowed and he relayed a message to his comrades, telepathically. The three Jedi Masters withdrew, leaping to stand on a ledge clear from the main battle. Packed pretty tight in here tonight I'm looking for a woman to treat me right I could use a little muscle to get what I need I'll drink a fifth of jack and scream out "She's with me!" Plo reached his arms to the heavens, mechanical laced breaths heaving from his mask. The sky began to darken and cloud. The air became cold, and the light breeze picked up. Qui-Gon and Mace focused their Force energy on one of the cliffs, and soon, the rocky face began to crumble and crack into massive chunks of stone. Plo moved his hands rhythmically in a circle, and a twenty foot whirlwind spun towards the Combine soldiers. Qui-Gon and Mace brought down the cliff unto the other side of the Combine army with a bass rumble.